Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 569

time, back to normal!

In the very clear sound of gold and iron cracking, the ancient mottled bronze portal was covered with criss-crossed dense cracks, and the space of nearly 100 meters in all directions became even more like A broken mirror.

The sky seems to have been plowed out of a ravine, and the huge torrent is wrapped in the clouds, and the grandiose is divided to both sides.

Partial God's huge body, at this moment, disintegrated as if it was disintegrating. In the blood-red ocean hiding the sky and covering the earth, mixed with viscous scarlet minced meat, the sky above the entire city was dyed. A strange bright red color.

crash-bang ......

Blood poured down like a torrential rain, pouring into the ruined land, gradually converging into countless branches, flowing into the ground along the cracks everywhere Heart.

The sacred seraph wings took Lorde and slowly landed on the ground from high altitude. After completing the mission, it turned into pieces of white feathers and dispersed, and when he lifted the head again, it was just right. To meet those giant eyes.

Hidden behind the bronze portal, the vast eyes like countless nebulae reveal a hint of unknown meaning, seeming to be ridiculing, but also seeming to be angry and resentful, but more than that. It is a kind of coldness and indifference of aloof and remote.

Lorde felt like he could read it, and the message in that giant eye was telling him:

We...will be back!

Lorde's eyes were dyed with pure golden, and he slowly raised the Zanpakutō in his hand, the pitch-black sword glowed with a cold glow, and pointed finger towards the vast giant eye, as if he had made a Silent answer.

No matter how many times you come again...

I will use my own knife and I will drive you all out!

The giant eye composed of countless nebulae stared coldly at Lorde, and finally hid in the desolate and boundless depths of the starry sky with the cracking sound of the bronze portal.

The frantic ravings that had been echoing in his mind until now were finally disappeared and calm again.

It's over...

This time, it's really over!

Lord can't help but feel a little emotional when he thinks back about the whole thing.

Wilbur Whateley did not hesitate to abandon his human identity and sacrificed 100,000 civilians in a whole city, just for the God Ascension Ritual of immortality and power, didn't expect the moment when the ritual succeeds in the end , but instead sacrificed its own life.

In general, it's a bad thing.

Although not able to personally punish the culprit, Lorde has a little regret in his heart, but if you think about the ending carefully, maybe to Wilbur Whateley this is the best way to punish such wicked people.

"This kind of ending should be what you want." Lorde's lips curled into an arc, grinning at the ruins, and said: "Although the form may be different, it does make you Obtained immortality for a moment."

To be sacrificed to Partial God, to obtain immortality in another form, isn't this what Wilbur Whateley wished, at least that so-called 'God', perfectly obeyed own promise.

As for Wilbur Whateley, he'll have to ask himself whether he's happy with the result, but Lorde reckons it's probably not.

But unfortunately, it has no right to refuse!

Pray to the existence of the unknown dimension, the bigger the wish, the more distorted the result will be in the end, whether I want it or not.

When the scattered thoughts are gradually recovered and Lorde's tense nerves are relaxed, all the shielded feelings will return to the brain like a tide in an instant!

The severe pain in all parts of the body, muscle bones and internal organs, and the hysterical moaning and groaning now that every cell has been squeezed to the limit!

"For the first time ever..."

The tired Lorde lay on the ground with a wry smile on his face, and now he can't even hold a finger. I don't want to move, I just want to sleep peacefully.

But I can't rest now, Nyxia hasn't come back yet, Lorde uses his willpower as a source to drive his body, which is already on the verge of its limit, to stand up with his hands on the ground.

It was just such a simple action, but for him, whose spirit and body reached the limit, it was undoubtedly a challenge comparable to 'killing a god'. Reluctantly stood up, swaying as if he would fall down at any time.

"Nyxia...where are you?"

Lorde swallowed saliva, calling in a hoarse voice, looking around, trying to find the one in the rubble Silhouette of blonde girl.

"Nyxia..."

"Nyxia..."

"Nyxia..."

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Lorde held on to the ruined ruins and stumbled on the ground, continuously calling the name of the blonde girl, his hoarse voice echoed in the vicinity, but he never got a response.

A bad premonition gradually came to his mind. Although the pain was unbearable, he still insisted on gritting his teeth and walked towards the direction where the giant sword fell in his memory.

Fortunately, before the power was exhausted, the position where the seraph wings descended was only about a dozen meters away from the position where the giant sword fell, and there was no obstacle in the middle.

This section of the road is not long, but it is extremely difficult to walk.

Lord's footprints are deep and shallow, and every time he takes a step forward, he has to stop in place to rest for a long time, and recharge his strength to take the next step.

In just a few dozen meters, he walked for ten minutes.

After struggling to overcome the last obstacle in front of him, Lorde finally saw hope.

A full-body milk-white Zanpakutō, exuding dim fluorescence, just lay quietly on the ground, the blade that was originally smooth as a mirror was now covered with horrible to see cracks.

At the end of the hilt, a ribbon is tied. At this time, with the breeze blowing, it is slowly fluttering and dancing, as if waving to him, that is Zanpakutō of Nyxia - Fusei!

But around Fusei, there is no silhouette of that blonde girl.

"Could it be..."

Lorde's pupils trembled slightly, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and a few violent blue veins appeared on his face, vaguely seeming to know , the ending of that blonde girl.

The completely shattered Zanpakutō Fusei, and the almost dissipated spiritual pressure, all symbolize the fate of the girl, which seems to come to an end just like the knife.

“Nyxia...”

Lorde took stiff steps, little by little walked over, crouched down slowly, reaching out to touch the almost broken Fusei.

Om——

The broken blade glowed faintly with fluorescence.

A fragmented and vague memory suddenly flowed into Lorde's mind along the fragmented Zanpakutō.

In a magnificent white palace, there are dozens of captains wearing white haori standing on both sides, all of them are solemn and solemn, facing the white throne at the end of the palace.

Seven gems of different colors are dotted on the white throne, a man whose face cannot be seen clearly, surrounded by a strong and almost substantial spiritual energy, only a pair of heavy weights like split pupils. Eyes, staring forward through endless time and space.

Nyxia walked into the palace slowly, put one hand on the knife, stepped out of the queue on both sides, leaned kneet down on one knee, and said respectfully: "royal father, 13th Division Captain, Nyxia Karl come here. An audience."

"There is a mission, I will give it to you to do it."

Lord, who is sitting on the throne, rests his cheek with one hand and taps the handrail next to him, indifferently An indifferent voice echoed throughout the white palace: "Someone has tampered with the past timeline, you go back to Newcastle fifteen years ago and help the weak me through this disaster."

"Yes , royal father!"

Nyxia agreed without hesitation, but after a moment of hesitation, he raised his head and asked, "Excuse me, royal father, what is the outcome you see in your eyes?"

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"You... will die."

Lorde's heavy eyes rippling, pausing to tap fingers, indifferently said: "But I will survive, And from then on to the right path, and this is the value of my adoption of you."

"Death..."

This too heavy word makes Nyxia light. She trembled for a moment, then buried her head deeply, as if she didn't want to face this ending.

"Go, Nyxia."

Lorde's voice didn't waver at all, he didn't care about the girl's reaction at all, and still said in that indifferent voice: "Complete your mission, don't Disappoints me."

"It's... the royal father."